His sunlight-bathed crown waved,
leaf-fingers yellow, a tired sun
She danced in autumn's shower
arms flung above her head
touching petrified leaves
Clouds she passed earlier
on a fuelled bird
wept tropical tears
preparing cushioned mud coffins
Naked he mourned
absent yellow fingers
(written in Hervey Bay on a soulful solitary trip)
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